Making It
By Amanda Gibbs
Genre: Contemporary Romance, New Adult Romance, Poetry
Brief Description:
Making It, Amanda Gibbs' debut short story, invites readers into the most intimate and personal moments of a couple's life spanning throughout decades. The story is told through prose, poetry, dialogue, lists, and focused vignettes, all with Amanda's signature concrete voice. Each entry of Making It represents a day in a year of the couple's relationship, spanning from first meeting to 30th anniversary.
Amanda Gibbs is an eighteen-year-old student, photographer and actress from Toronto, Canada. Writing since preschool with Crayola crayons, Amanda’s passion is writing stories that make the mundane beautiful, and the little moments in life profound. Inspired by writers like Michael Faudet, Jamie McGuire, and Walt Whitman, Amanda loves experimenting with form, dialogue, and combining poetry and prose. In her spare time, Amanda trains in mixed martial arts and takes care of her six dogs, as well as procrastinating schoolwork to write her next book.
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Enjoy this excerpt from Amanda Gibbs' Making It...
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“How am I supposed to know when to say I love you?”
She passed him the tomato plant to put on the
apartment balcony. It was the first thing they had ever owned together.
“When to say I love you, or when you know you love
someone?”
He reached over to rub the dirt smear off her
cheek. He licked his finger first to make sure he got it all. She
didn’t think twice of it.
“Both.”
She stopped planting for a moment to look out at
the industrial view facing her. Hotels, factories, more apartments.
A couple was having sex against the window across the street. She
didn’t look away as she said it.
“I think you know you love someone when you do
things for them when it’s inconvenient for you. I think you say I love
you when they do too.”
-A week before the tomato plant died
The first time he said it, they were assembling an ikea baby crib for his sister’s newborn. He was kneeling on the ground reading her instructions while she lay partway under the crib, screwdriver in hand to do the hard bits. She didn’t even hear him the first time. She wore his old painting t-shirt and a pair of Roots sweatpants, and he had just yelled at her a half hour before for spending too much money on Wendy’s.
“I love you.”
She reached her hand out to pat his knee
affectionately. “No,
babe, it’s fine, you didn’t shove me at all.”
She had the screwdriver in her mouth so she could
use both hands to piece the thing together, making it difficult for him to
understand much of what she said either. He did one of those nervous
laughs reserved for 10th graders about to give a presentation on the
reproductive organs, but, to his credit, he said it again quite factually and
even toned, especially for a man who had only ever previously said “I love you”
to his mother and goldfish.
“I love you.”
She dropped the screwdriver. On her face.
“What did you just say?” It barely came out
as a whisper.
“I love you.”
The first time she said “I love you” was 13 weeks
after he did. He was sleeping, she was propped up on her elbow staring at
him, as she had been for the past three hours trying to garner the confidence
to spit out the three words. It was his snore that did it. He did
this thing where he simultaneously exhaled and inhaled, while making a spitting
noise which included an elephantine snore. She started giggling
uncontrollably, and didn’t even realize at first when the words popped out.
“I love you.”
It didn’t matter that it would be six more months
before she said it to his face, because she said it. It was out there in
the universe. And she meant it.
- How she chipped her front tooth from a
screwdriver
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